Shout for joy! Tap your toes!
A savior has come to end our woes.
From out of the sky for all to see,
He came today – it was on TV.
Those who hide deep in their dark souls
Fear the order our savior restores.
But rejoice? Celebrate completion!
Not instant karma – instant salvation.
Bathed now in glorious light we thrive.
Overflowing with His new life.
Final victory He has won.
And we bask in the light of the Son.
© 2012 Wasted Space Publishing
If I don’t ask how am I supposed to find out?
By osmosis?
If we don’t talk about it how can we come to an understanding?
Through telepathy?
We have fun.
We approach intimacy.
But somewhere there’s a barrier we’ll eventually have to storm.
I’m more than fond of you and I think you like me alright.
But I’m never sure and I’m afraid to ask.
I want to feel some certainty in the future.
You seem to be more concerned with now.
Now is great until it isn’t.
And how much present will the future allow?
That’s the barrier we’ll eventually have to storm.
© 2012 Wasted Space Publishing
No inspiration,
but plenty of rhyming words.
No oracle calling,
but plenty of mundane words.
And as long as they rhyme,
as long as the words are there.
I’ll keep writing in search of inspiration,
even when it isn’t there.
© 2012 Wasted Space Publishing
Triple speed in slow motion.
An abstract replay of things I can’t recall
but are hidden there
in a hide speed chase
through the labyrinth of consciousness.
On speed of light circuits.
Storing billions of bits of memory
hidden in here
in limitless spaces
that jostle to the forefront of awareness.
Like deja vu of something new.
A clean slate stamped by nothing apparent
like something I can’t see
without my knowledge
has stored eternity within its presence.
Remembered and forgotten,
Both here and gone.
Three dimensional time,
Locked inside my mind.
And there is only one plane I can see,
The rest has forsaken me.
© 2012 Wasted Space Publishing
I try to keep telling you
about my feelings and my dreams.
But everything sounds hollow
and nothing is what it seems.
I can write about my love and loneliness.
I can write about my fears of death.
But hidden in my subconscious
is my underlying quest.
To make you feel
the way I feel.
To make you see
the things I see.
I don’t care if you disagree.
I just want you to understand me.
What I want you to find
isn’t half as important as what you feel.
But the cataracts of my mind
may for over you with random skill.
And isn’t is part of the human condition
to communicate our brightest dreams and ghastly fears?
And with just as much commitment I listen
to the highest aspirations and hidden inhibitions I hear.
Because I want to feel
the way you feel.
And I want to see
the things you see.
So even if we disagree,
you still may understand me.
© 2012 Wasted Space Publishing
Once upon a time.
On a dark and stormy night.
And other cliches that conjure
trying times
long ago.
In a fantasy world of my own devising,
I tilt at dangerous dragons
and serve the love of my lady.
When the present starts to darken the past.
When my nightmares become reality at last.
I know dreaming won’t bring you back
but fantasy might.
And in my mind you’re here,
protected by my blade.
I’m your knight in shining armour
in this fantasy world I made.
But the world of fantasy is gone
when reality takes back its throne.
And I know you’re really gone.
Reality, the destroyer of my world.
Reality, my cruel monarch.
Fantasy is where I prefer to stay.
In a cliche creation
with my daily innovations
on Reality.
© 2012 Wasted Space Publishing
Something is going on inside me.
Something I want to give in to.
A whisper of what I should be doing,
Not what I am doing.
Perceptions are changed within me.
Perceptions I need to live and do.
An actualization of what I should be doing,
not knowing and never doing.
The right thing to do
is sometimes crystal clear.
The right way to live
is obviously right here.
But overcoming what already is,
To do what I know is right
confronts me with an overwhelming fear.
Fear of changing everything around me.
Fear of something new.
I need the faith to change what I’m doing,
Not the fear of losing what I’m doing now.
But overcoming what already is,
And accepting what I know is right
is thwarted in the clutches of my weak self.
© 2012 Wasted Space Publishing
Thoughts are flying fast,
Past me and sometimes through me.
Images are a blur,
Brilliant and often unfathomable to me.
All are mine,
But I can’t hold on.
I grasp at everything.
I remember nothing.
Thoughts of summer days,
Harsh sunlight with unappreciated company.
Images of a spotless place,
Fried chicken and fresh tomatoes for the family.
Everything was mine,
But I stand back.
Participating in nothing.
Losing everything.
Thank you for a time well spent.
I can finally see how much it meant.
Images come alive,
Resurrected through a soul’s ascent.
Most are mine again,
But what was lost is lost.
Life is nothing.
Sharing life is everything.
© 2012 Wasted Space Publishing
I’ve run out of things to say
Almost.
It’s time to be on my way
Almost.
Just one last word about what we’ve lost.
There is so much love around
And still war and violence abound.
There are so many higher emotions in man
And still death and famine cry out in the land.
Concentrate now on the beauty of life
And eliminate the strife.
That’s all I have to say
Almost.
It would be so easy to change our ways
Almost.
We just have to be willing to pay the cost.
© 2012 Wasted Space Publishing
God sees out,
our future predestined.
But it is a crooked path,
changed by freewill.
For in heaven the view
is so much more than mere mortals see.
Destiny, interwoven
with the choices of men.
© 2011 Wasted Space Publishing